I meet up with a past lover. She has plans for my cock.
Chapter 45: An Old Friend Has Plans For My Cock
The next day I set sail along the Florida coast. I was about five miles offshore in three-to-five foot seas with a fifteen knot wind powering me. It was a beautiful day with lots of sunshine. I saw dolphins off my starboard bow and they must have seen me. The pod of eight or ten of them came close to my boat, riding in the bow wave and swimming alongside the cockpit. The leader of the pod came close to my hull and surfaced for air. He was no more than three feet away and he looked right at me. “Cheerio!” I cried out at him. Dolphins are always a welcome sight on passages.
I had seen a larger marina in a mid-sized city some distance away along the coast. I had called ahead and made reservations to stay two nights. I wouldn’t get there until after dark so they gave me a slip assignment ahead of time over the phone. I had pulled up the diagram of the marina layout on my phone, so I knew where I was going. Yet, it’s always dicey to enter an unfamiliar marina in the dark. I hoped for the best.
Watching my charts, I identified the inlet with the marina just a half mile inland. I dropped the sails and motored in. Chugging up the inlet, I saw the marina lights ahead on the left. Following the channel markers, I made my way into the marina basin and, somehow, managed to find my dock and slip. With some effort, I got into the slip and tied off. Not an easy task alone, at night, with a boat my size.
Once secured, I poured a libation. It had been a long day out on the water and I needed a shower. I felt horny as I had only jacked off twice during the day. But I let it slide for the moment. A shower was more important. Fortunately, this was a large, national chain of marinas and their website, like many hotels these days, had a feature to download a “key” on your phone. I gathered my gym bag and headed to the bathrooms.
It was now late at night and the place seemed deserted. I found the men’s room and let myself in. The warm water cascading down on me felt delightful. As I stood under the refreshing stream of water, I realized that I was hard as a rock. He wanted servicing again. I began stroking him as I stood in the shower, eyes closed, fantasizing about some of my recent encounters. As I stroked him I reached around and tried to finger fuck my own ass. It felt good but I wanted something bigger stuck in there.
Then I remembered that I had a hairbrush in my gym bag, right outside the shower curtain. I reached out and grabbed it. There was a small stool in the shower stall and I put one foot up on it as I started fucking my asshole with the brush handle. Not very elegant but, hey, it’ll do in a pinch. I fucked my ass with the handle while I continued to jack off. Before long that unmistakable tingle fired up. A few more stabs with the brush, a few more strokes on my cock and voila! I was there! The cum shot out of my dick with great force, sticking to the shower wall.
Back on my boat, I ate some munchies as I downed several beers. Feeling no pain, I collapsed into bed.
The next day I woke about 10:30. I made coffee and studied the marina map again. I found the bar/restaurant and after I finished my coffee, I headed that way for some grub. The lunch crowd had not yet materialized and I was nearly alone in the place. I sat at the bar. Before long and much to my surprise, Liz, the hedonist redhead appeared!
“Hey! I remember you! We met recently at the last big marina I was staying in. I was just thinking about you last night. What a coincidence! What are ‘ya doing here? It’s Liz, right?” “Howdy, Sailor! Yup, still Liz. I got tired of the bullshit at the last place and started looking around. This place popped up so I moved here. I haven’t been here long but, so far, it’s a far cry better than the last place. How long you here for?” “I only made reservations for two nights. But I might be persuaded to stay longer now that I know you’re here. We never got to finish our ‘business’ if you’ll recall.” “Oh, God yes. We did sort of leave things hanging, didn’t we? I get off at three today. Can I come by your boat?” “Sure thing, darling. But first, I’d like a draft beer and a fish sandwich, please.” “Coming right up.”
I tidied up the boat a bit and settled into the cockpit about two thirty. Beer in one hand, joint in the other, I relaxed as I waited for Liz to arrive. I searched my memory for details of our last encounter. It seemed like a lifetime ago but, in reality, it was only a few months earlier. I remembered her bushy crotch, red to match her hair. I remembered giving her head and that she seemed to like it. I also remembered that she had promised me some reciprocal treatment but we had never hooked up again. Somehow, fate seemed to bring us together again.
She arrived on time. She had a bag in her arms which I took as I helped her climb aboard. “Greetings! Welcome back aboard. What’s in the bag?” I inquired. “Oh, just some refreshments for tonight.” “Well, thanks. Let’s take them below where it’s more private. Being at a dock has its advantages and disadvantages.”
Once below, I unpacked the bag. An interesting assortment. A bottle of champagne, a bottle of rum, a bag of chips, some chip dip and a clutch sized pouch. She moved into the galley and hip bumped me out of the way. “Move over, Sailor. I’ve got this all planned.” To lessen the sting of being rebuked on my own boat, she leaned over and gave me a big smooch on the mouth. “Nothing personal, mind you. I just have things planned out in my mind. I hope they go smoothly.” “Care to share your plans, foxy one?” “Nope. Just play along old timer. You’ll catch on soon.”
She got some glasses and popped the champagne. Once poured, she offered me a glass and raised hers in a toast. “Here’s to fate bringing us together again. And to some more awesome times together!” “Hear, hear” I replied as we downed our drinks.
We took our refills into the main salon and I sat on the bed as she sat on the settee opposite me. We reviewed our last encounter and she insisted that it was the best head she’d ever had. She expressed regret that she had to cut out so soon and that we had never connected afterward. By this time, the bottle of champagne was gone.
“You drink rum, Sailor? Will you join me?” “Sure thing, babe.” When she returned with our drinks, she sat on the bed next to me. We had just taken our first sips of the rum when she reached over and put her hand on my groin. She looked at me with very seductive eyes. “I never got introduced to your friend. Does he want to come out to play?”
There was no time, or need, for an answer. She had my belt open and my fly down in record time. She fished my half hard cock out of my boxers and leaned over, taking the first inch or two into her mouth. Her long red hair was hanging down, brushing and tickling all around. I gathered her hair back as she continued to mouth my cock. She was being slow and deliberate, taking her time. She sucked and nibbled at it, swirled her tongue around his head and began to rub her tongue up and down on the underside. It was feeling delightful. I was fully erect now, watching her play with my dick.
She kept this up for a good five minutes or so. Every once in a while, she’d slide her mouth way down on it, all the way to her deepthroat door. Then back to the top two inches and my clit. She was working her ‘plan’ and I was enjoying it. I put my hand on the back of her head, hoping to push it down farther on my cock. It SO wanted to be all the way down her throat. She pushed my hand away, looked up at me and said “Not yet, Sailor. All good things come to those who wait. Be patient.” She put her warm mouth back on his head and nursed on him a bit more.
She took a break and chugged some of her rum. I did the same. Then she went to the galley and got the little clutch bag she had brought. Returning, she opened it to reveal a travelling dope kit. She had joints, cocaine, pills, you name it. No needles but just about everything else. “What’s your pleasure tonight, Sailor? I’m gonna do a few lines of coke. Join me?” “Honey, you said that you have a plan so I’m just gonna go with whatever happens. You’re in charge and I couldn’t be happier. So far, so good. Keep working that plan.”
She arranged about a dozen lines on a cutting board she found in my galley. After we had each sampled a few, she motioned for me to stand up. Being unbuckled, my pants fell to the floor and she grabbed the bottom of my boxers and pulled them off. I wrenched my tee shirt over my head, now standing nude in front of her.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed; she looked up at me. Her face had a dreamy expression and her eyes were seductive as hell. She took a big swallow of her drink and made sure she had a whole ice cube still in her mouth. She leaned out and took my dick into her mouth. Usually warm, it was chilly with the ice cube in there. She swirled it all around in there and, honestly, the ice cube sent some amazing feelings through my dick. I’d never had an ice cube blowjob before. It felt kinda weird but pleasant at the same time.
She swallowed the ice cube and grabbed my hips. She positioned me, standing, right in front of her. She looked up at me and almost commanded “I want you to fuck my mouth now. I want to make you cum in my mouth. You can fuck it hard or soft, fast or slow. I like it all different ways. But I want to swallow your seed. I want to taste your cum.” The look in her pretty eyes was inviting. She had an unusual expression on her face. One of wild abandon yet constrained and sexy as well.
I put my dick to her lips and, teasingly, she held them closed. Her lips were full and wet and she slid them around on the head of my dick. She opened her lips just enough to let about half of his head in and she sucked on it, as if she was nursing from a teat. She licked the precum and smacked her lips. “Ummm, this is gonna be fun!”
I could hardly stand her teasing me like this. I wanted my whole rod in there, balls deep. I grabbed her head and started pushing my cock in. I got to stroking it in and out as she grabbed ahold of my hips. She’d pull on my hips in sync with my in and out stroking. Soon I was knocking at her deepthroat door. I quickened my pace and the spit started to drool out of her mouth. As I got to going faster, banging hard at the back of her throat, gobs of spit rolled down her chin. It was a delightful sloppy blowjob so far.
I started talking dirty to her. “Ohhh, yes, bitch. That’s nice. Let me fuck your pretty face. Give me that sloppy blowjob you little slut. Be my skanky little mouth whore. Let me just fuck your mouth till I’m done. Let me go deep and fill your mouth with my cum. Give it to me.” She responded by opening wider, loosening her jaw. This let me drive my cock deeper down her throat. Finally, I pounded it against her deepthroat door and my dick found it’s happy place, balls deep down her throat.
I kept on ramming my rod down her throat, in and out of her sloppy mouth. Every so often she’d gag a bit and her stomach would heave but she didn’t puke. She’d stop every so often to let the gobs of spit drool from her sloppy mouth. She kept it under control and let me continue fucking her mouth like I was fucking a pussy. I didn’t last long doing this. My orgasm was gathering speed and the tingling was over the top.
As I watched my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the drools of spit draining down her chin, I let loose. Without stopping my strokes, I shot my load in four spasms, four strokes. I shuddered with the pure rush that came over me. She held my cock in her mouth, cum included, and swirled her tongue around it. A most amazing feeling.
I collapsed on the settee and Liz reached for the coke tray. There were only six lines left. She snorted three and passed it to me. I inhaled the rest, washing it down with the rum. We sat across from each other in silence, enjoying the high and the sex. I was taken in staring at her beautiful long red hair. I realized that I was the only one who had enjoyed an orgasm. Then she stood up to gather her things and I noticed that the crotch of her shorts was wet, as if she had pissed her pants.
I commented “I was worried that you got short changed this time, but I see that it appears as if you had fun, too.” I looked at her crotch, then back up to her pretty face and smiled. She got an earsplitting grin wide as her face and gave me a wink. “It’s late and I have to work tomorrow, Sailor. I need to get home now. I’d love to see you again. You’re only here for one more night?” “I can always extend my stay if need be. What’d you have in mind?” “Oh, lots of stuff. Lots of stuff.”